I know. I know, I get it, it’s okay, you don’t have to tell me anymore. Subaru doesn’t make the Escort. Ford makes the Escort. Now, I do wish that my demonstration of How Not to Change a Minor Detail in a book was a clever object lesson for new writers, but alas, it’s simply a mistake. In The Kiss that Counted, Karita is noted as having both models of car. I originally decided the car was an Escort – the epitome of a workhorse vehicle chosen for its economy and not much else. It would be what Karita could afford; her financial realities include a radio that doesn’t pick up a station when the car is pointed due north and a house that no longer sits plumb to its foundation. Later, I changed my mind and chose a Subaru because you can’t swing the proverbial cat in Colorado without hitting a Subaru-driving lesbian. I thought I caught the few places where the make of the car was mentioned. Obviously, I missed one. On page 12. That kind of mistake is the type that haunts a writer, that’s for sure. It’s been a while since I confused the melody of …
I hope to have such a terrific evening again before they pry the keyboard out of my cold, stiff hands.
New Orleans has no parallel for music, sin, magic, counter culture and historical pastiche.
by Karin Kallmaker
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In Autumn’s dreams no one is who they seem. A journey of passion, heartbreak and triumph.
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